"Yar had convinced Data to play her Sherlock scenario instead. She'd opted for something a little more modern than victorian London, she'd persuaded him to upload Deanna's favourite Sherlock from 2017. It was still set in London but with Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch playing Watson and Sherlock respectively. The episode was a Scandal in Belgravia.
Data felt her insistent hands pulling him forward by the collar of his Aquascutum jacket, this wasn't the Sherlock Holmes the captain had introduced him to. This was 2017 London and he was in an impeccably stylish London townhouse with minimalist decor. There were two plush white sofas in the Louise XI style and Yar was wearing only a pair of black Louboutin heels, her lashes looked long and seductive flared out at the end giving her a Bambi eyed like look. Her porcelain-like skin was totally on display as she was completely bare, her svelte curves were like art for his eyes to feast upon. He noted how perfect symmetrical her form was and thought he might like to paint her.
Yar had beautiful painted red lips the shade of a fire engine, the colour accentuating her cupid's bow in a maddeningly desirable way. "Lieutenant Yar, I am unfamiliar with this scenario..." before he could prattle on Yar pulled him closer and whispered in his ear. "Indulge me Data, this is the Benedict Cumberbatch version, he is one of those oldie time actors who perfectly fit the role and was quite the pin-up for the women of his time."
Data quickly scanned his culture chip for what Yar was talking about and suddenly an extensive file on the award-winning actor appeared together with several sound clips and video, which played before his mechanical eyes at rapidly. The next time he spoke he affected Cumberbatch's deep sultry smooth English voice in perfect mimicry. Yar's eyes widened and her smile grew large showing her white teeth like a row of pearls. Data couldn't help note what a lovely composition she presented to him in this form. Her makeup and the change of attitude transformed her from the tough security officer into something else entirely, which he failed in his positronic brain to figure out.
Well Mr Holmes smart is the new sexy, how will you deduce the combination of my safe?" doing her best imitation of a high-class British dominatrix. Sherlock had to guess her combination to retrieve her phone which contained scandalous details which could bring down the British monarchy. This daring dominatrix had pleasurably punished a rather saucy princess who was fourth-in-line to the throne. Miss Adler, Yar, wanted to shop it on the black market to secure her safety and a lot of ready cash.
Sherlock, Data, gazed at her naked form but couldn't use his powers of deduction to glean anything, this woman gave nothing away. His powers were failing him and he knew it but he wouldn't show this hiccup in his prowess. He scanned her again with his hawk-like eyes and again only question marks floated in the air around her.
"Mr Holmes I am giving you everything you need and yet you still have no clue, maybe you aren't as good as they say you are..." Adler trailed off. Suddenly the fire alarm went off and both Sherlock and Irene looked confused, however, imperceptibly Irene glanced at the mirror on the wall. Sherlock casually began to speak, his precise deduction back into full play, "Thank you, Miss Adler, on hearing a smoke alarm a mother would look towards her child, amazing how fire exposes our priorities." Irene narrowed her deliciously lined eyes and followed Sherlock as he moved towards the mirror. He began feeling along the ledge above the fireplace under the mirror, his expert and sensitive fingers searching for a mechanism. Finding a tiny bump of a switch he hit it and watched with confirmed amusement as the mirror retracted upwards revealing a locked and sturdy looking safe.
Cocking an eyebrow he turned to her and said "I really hope you don't have a baby in here," and then went back to fiddling with the safe. Yar felt a pulse inside of her, she adored how Data could take on a roll so perfectly and reproduce the episode so exactly. She really felt he was embodying the sexiness of Benedict Cumberbatch and it was really doing it for her mentally. She wanted to kick off her heels and leap up wrapping her legs around his waist and have him take her then and there against the off-cream wall.
He stared at the safe intently sucking his lower lip, mimicking the actor and said, "one ought to wear gloves when dealing with this sort of thing." He folded his arms behind him and formed his features to look like the actor and said, "the first digit is a three, considering the maker it is a six digit code, however, that rules out it being a birthday, no disrespect but clearly you were born in the 80s." The tension in the room was becoming unbearable and Yar wanted to end the pretence and lure him onto the couch and welcome him into her arms. She wanted to feel him against her again and to feel the way she did the last time he had pressed his hard body against hers.
"Irene spoke, "You know what, I could tell you the code right now, but I already have," she was tempted to throw her arms wide and show off her beautiful physique and jiggle her taut breasts but she resisted this urge as she didn't want to give the game away too soon. This torture and delay, this game of cat and mouse was simply too delightful and she knew it would only heighten her excitement and pleasure when she was finally caught. Sherlock's eyebrow lowered in confusion and Data's face seemed to reappear dropping out of character due to genuine confusion. Yar almost whispered the word, "think."
But before Homles could reply the door was kicked open by men dressed and masked in black wielding automatic weapons. Instantly they both kneeled with their hands above their heads as the men screamed at them to open the safe. Clearly, someone had sent elite bounty hunters after her and her incriminating and scandalous phone. The princess wasn't the only one on there and Adler knew what a lot of politicians and leaders 'liked,' therefore had a lot of highly stealable information on the phone inside the safe.
The men pointed the gun at Data who reacted quickly and grabbed the gun from the nearest assailant. He automatically responded as an efficient machine and swiftly dropped to the ground rolling out the way of rapid gunfire and trained his purloined weapon on the ringleader, who was standing near Yar and threatening her. Yar dropped her hands in frustration and yelled "pause programme," her face fell in annoyance and Data's responded by looking innocently confused. The men vanished and only she and Data were left standing. She was suddenly aware of how naked she was and crossed her arms over her bust.
"Data! that's not how the programme is meant to run! We are meant to be held at gunpoint till you figure out the code and then I escape with the phone through a window after beating you with a whip...hmph!"
Data cocked his head, his brain desperately trying to workout what he did wrong. "Am I to assume that you wanted to be threatened?" She found herself breaking into a smile, her lips pulling back to show her perfectly aligned teeth. "Yes silly, we were to have high tension and then have sweet...well" she broke off, "a sweet reunion, it was all about the will they won't they." She spread her hands wide in a gesture, "Irene takes a man with little to no emotion and sparks a flame of desire in him, I guess that's what I was going for."
Data looked as if he'd come to a conclusion, "oh I see, you wanted to simulate danger, which leads to heightened human eroticism?" Yar blinked at him for a moment and then walked closer, her black heels tapping on the wooden floors. When she was close to him her body pressing against his coat she slipped her arms around his neck leaning in till her lips were inches from his. "You silly man, just kiss me." Data gave his automatic nod and then pressed his lips to her his arms wrapping around her bare shoulders, his embrace powerful and tight. Yar felt herself melting into him and they both motioned back towards the sofa where they slowly began to explore each other tenderly. Data's highly attuned fingers running down over Yar's silky skin. He inwardly marvelled at her unblemished body and how perfectly she was constructed. While Yar felt a sense of safety and desire welling inside of her. Her body alive to his every caress and she sighed into his kiss wishing it would never end.
Bet y'all thought i was dead, well here is the latest chapter i promise I will be faster with the next instalment, guess if you don't watch Sherlock this chapter will seem random but I've been crushing on Benedict Cumberbatch's Sherlock so bad!